Observations and personal opinions from an adventuresome Southern retired teacher who still finds life exciting.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

There Comes a Time . . .

. . .when changes occur you least expect. In my case, the cabin is no longer ours; our son has sold the property. I cannot enjoy the serenity that get-away provided me -- my knees won't propel me up and down hills, steps, or on the irregular slope that houses the beautiful trees that burn with color each fall. It was a wonderful visit for eight years. So the photograph will be taken down and you will be staring at me. Not quite the same.The small cabins are prettier. I'm still the Cabin Writer, no doubt about that. Inspiration comes, anyway, from all avenues of life.